S and I went to see Fever Pitch last night. It was very excellent, and when the credits came up and I saw that the Farrelly brothers directed it, the ball shaving part made sudden sense. All in all, though, it was less Farrelly than it could have been. Jimmy Fallon was adorable, and at one part, he does something that not many men do (not ball shaving--hopefully most men engage in some sort of manscaping) and I thought: "Why am I not dating Jimmy Fallon?" and "Why is my sister not watching this movie? She will love it." I've come to the conclusion that Nick Hornby would never sign on to do a bad movie version of one of his books, and he was a producer for this one. Think about it: High Fidelity was wonderful, About a Boy was almost perfect, and now this. I've never thought about how unfaithful the movies are to the books, simply because the movies are wonderful on their own. He should be congratulated.
And tonight, I am going to Charlie Trotter's. I am going to worship at the altar of haute cuisine. I never thought that I would ever in a million years go, but I received an invitation and there's no way in hell I would ever turn it down. I do feel apprehensive, because of my food allergies. I'm allergic to shellfish, and I think that it is in the nature of haute cuisine to use ingredients that are rare/expensive/fine, and some shellfish fall into this category. I know that Trotter's caters to food allergies all the time, but I feel like I will be missing a part of the experience, because whatever I eat will not necessarily be what Trotter planned to cook. Does that make sense? In this sort of menu situation, you eat what the chef puts in front of you, and I can't necessarily do that. But still, I'm very excited. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
S isn't going, which is just as well, because he doesn't eat vegetables or fish or anything that might slightly be construed as weird. I'm proud of him, though, because last night he grudgingly went to Stir Crazy for me, and he really liked his meal. We ordered chicken satay, and then he had sesame chicken, which he thought was really good. It makes me happy, because now I know we can go to Stir Crazy more often. I love making my own stir fry. It was sort of expensive (but we did also have dessert); we haven't gone out to a nice dinner alone in a long time, though, so it was very good. I had a really good night, all around.
I will try to post after my meal tonight, just so that I don't forget impressions and specifics, but no guarantees. It could be a late night.
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